Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto

Starting Marvel with a Zanpakuto Chapter 591

50 million USD for a Gigai.

Although it may seem like an exaggeration, in fact, to Tony, it's just one hair from nine oxen that's all.

A special Gigai that can perfectly conceal aura and suppress Shinigami's spiritual pressure fluctuations is simply provide timely help for him. In comparison, the tens of millions of USD he paid is basically a bargain. Send almost.

Tony didn't ask Lorde what he needed USD for, he didn't care.

One-handed delivery, one-handed delivery.

After confirming that the amount of the check was correct, Lorde slowly got up, turned and walked into the room where the goods were stacked, pretended to rummage together, and walked out with a Gigai.

The style of this Gigai is different from the previous version. It has not been sculpted in advance with the user's appearance and signs, but is more like the kind of dummy that is placed in the clothing store on the street. model.

Seeing Tony's puzzled look, Lorde explained: "This is the latest Gigai from the Research & Development Institute, which can automatically generate the corresponding appearance based on the wearer's soul and spiritual pressure. Body shape."

Tony listened to what he could not understand, but still accepted the rhetoric, took the skeleton, and found that compared with the one he used, it seemed to be lighter in weight A lot, feeling of pinching is also closer to the real person.

"I'm not responsible for leaving the counter."

Lorde tapped his index finger against the table, reminding Tony.

After hearing this, Tony looked at Gigai, who looked like a mannequin, and decided to try it on on the spot to avoid accidents when the time comes.

Wearing a Gigai is actually like putting on a piece of clothing, first taking off the old Gigai you are using, and then 'squeezing' your soul into the new Gigai.

"Wow, this feels...great!"

Tony, who had just put on his Gigai, immediately felt light.

If the previous Gigai gave him a sense of experience, it was like a rusted old machine, and there was always a feeling of being unable to do as one pleases; then this new Gigai, It gave him the feeling of being a new born, and he could manipulate every part of his body so smoothly that it was unbelievably silky.

And the best part of this Gigai is not only the comfortable and silky experience, but also its most important function, which is to limit the external spiritual pressure fluctuation of the soul in an almost extreme way.

Tony feels pretty good about this.

The restraining effect of this Gigai is beyond his expectations, it can even be said to be close to perfection, the spiritual pressure fluctuation can hardly be felt!

Even if there is a Shinigami Captain, swaggering past him, he doesn't have to worry about being discovered.

"It seems that you are very satisfied with the product."

Lorde sat back on the reclining chair, leisurely raised one leg over the other, and looked at him with a faint smile.

"Not bad, this is the effect I want!" Tony was overjoyed, his smiling face was full of folds, now he can finally feel at ease, he doesn't have to worry about it all day, and he doesn't even dare to open the door. go out.

"If that's the case, then I won't give it away."

Lorde waved his hand, vaguely issued an notice to leave: "Remember to take that unused Gigai away, I can I don't want people to think this is a murder scene."

"It's heartless..."

Tony muttered, but he didn't intend to stay any longer. Picking up the unused Gigai, he waved and turned to say goodbye: "Thank you anyway, now I don't have to worry about being discovered by those Shinigami Captains."

While speaking, Tony has disappeared , the sound of the sports car starting from the door, and then the violent rumbling sound of the engine, gradually moved away.

"Hehe, it's too early to thank me now." Lorde watched where he left, with a mysterious smile on his lips: "Hōgyoku is ready, it's time to inform Haschwalth ."

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Queens Art Museum.

The museum was established in 1964 based on the predecessor New York World's Fair and is one of the most famous attractions in the Flushing business district.

It was Sunday and school was off. Peter was going to take a day off at home, but his best friend Ned pulled him out for a walk to relieve his mood, and he also asked his crush Michelle by the way. , come here to visit and play together.

"Cheer up, Peter."

Ned patted his friend's shoulder, eyes narrowed, said with a smile: "I have good news for you, it is said that Today, the CEO of Stark Industries will come here to give a speech in person, and show the clean energy of the new era, which is rare!"

"Peter, how long have you not slept well?" Michelle leaned in and stared at the dark circles on Peter's face.

"Uh...I'm fine!"

Peter blushed slightly. He was a little uncomfortable at such a close distance, so he hurriedly took a step back and rubbed it hard. Nose, to hide his panic: "I've been addicted to a game recently, so I sleep late at night."

In fact, this is not the case, since the end of the New York Battle, although the police are trying to keep the peace , but the crime rate is still rising linearly, roughly breaking the record of the past decade.

During this time, he couldn't rest at all at night. He was either helping the police catch criminals, or on the way to catch criminals. He even doubled the scope of his business, not only including Queens. .

Even though Spider-Man has a superman-like physique, even he feels a little overwhelmed by the continuous rotation of the day and night. He is either sleeping or taking a nap in class, which makes his friends and best friends suspect that he is in a bad mood , took him out to visit the exposition.

"Playing games?" Ned glanced suspiciously at his friends, others might not know, but he knew that Peter didn't like playing games at all.

"Play less games."

Such an obvious lie can't deceive Michelle, but she didn't choose to expose it and led the topic elsewhere: " Let's go in quickly, the inside should have already started."

"Yes, hurry up and hurry up!"

Ned was indeed distracted, and pulled Peter to go inside. , and called Michelle to follow quickly.

Seeing that his friends and Michelle didn't ask any further questions, Peter felt a little relaxed, tried to squeeze a smile on his face, and followed into the expo.

After several strict security checks, the three children successfully entered the interior of the expo. The front hall covers a very large area, and the metal layout is full of technology. Many people gathered under the stage, waiting for the CEO. of Stark Industries, Potts President's New Age Clean Energy Presentation.

"A lot of people..."

Peter was squeezed into the crowd, and he regretted bitterly, why he didn't sleep at home, but came here suffer.

The rioting crowd suddenly fell silent, Peter and the others lifted the head, and saw a well-dressed woman, under the protection of a fat bodyguard, walking to the booth with a microphone.

"The current CEO of Stark Industries, Virginia Pepper Potts, is known as the woman behind Tony Stark, and single-handedly supports the huge group." Michelle's eyes were full of envy.

"It is said that she is the only woman who has followed Tony Stark for so many years." Ned said gossip.

"Ms. Potts is really nice, very gentle and considerate," Peter interjected.

Ned elbowed his friend and said disdainfully, "It's not a good habit to brag. Talk like you know her."

I know not only her, but also Mr. Tony , Mr. Frank, Captain Rogers... Peter curl one's lip, ridiculed secretly in my heart.

Potts' speech was captivating, and everyone in the audience was impressed, except for Peter, who was so tired that he was yawning all the time.

I was really bored, and Peter, who was afraid of falling asleep, looked around the expo, looking for something new, so that he would not fall asleep later.

Just as his eyes swept to the right rear, spider-sense suddenly reacted, and the hairs on his arms stood up one by one, seeming to indicate the imminent danger!

"That person... is suspicious!"

Peter's heart tightened, and he quickly pinpointed the spider-sense's target source.

It was a man in his forties, with the iconic Middle Eastern beard on his chin, holding a bunch of dog tags in his hands, and he seemed to be muttering. talking about something.